Softness of Your Heart

Should I Lose My Job again?

It did not feel six months Gesit, working at the residence of Bu Dewi as his caregiver.

And the state of his mother Damar has returned a hundred percent.

Questions flashed in Gesit's mind, whether he was still needed, after his mother Damar's condition had recovered as usual.

Gesit intended to ask about the clarity of his work to Miss Dewi, tonight after dinner.

"Rather than me upset about the continuation of my work, I better ask it directly to mother or mas Damar later," said Gesit.

After finishing some Gesit went down, to leave for college to Bu Dewi who was in the family room.

"Mother, Gesit went to college first, Insya Alloh before Maghrib Gesit was home,"

"Yes, my heart is on the road, what time will it be?" ask Damar's mother

"Later God willing the hour before Maghrib Gesit was home" replied Gesit.

"The room will pick you up, right?" ask Damar's mother.

"So he said he wanted to pick up Gesit dead in the afternoon, but did not know, he said today there was a meeting with one of his colleagues, but I do not have to worry, usually mas Damar on time, he said, if you can not pick up later, usually mas Damar must be a phone Gesit,"

"Gesit left, ma'am, his motorcycle has picked up Gesit,"

"Depart son, tell the taxi driver, do not speed," said Miss Dewi.

Today is indeed Gesit lecture at one noon to five in the afternoon, because there are two courses.

While Damar himself, pick up Si Gesit her into a daily routine, in addition to his office work. Like this afternoon, Damar had stayed in the student parking lot to pick up Gesit.

Finally the one waiting came.

"For a long time, sorry Gesit had the same needs as the guidance counselor, so quite a long time," explained Gesit.

"How come, not too long ago only fifteen minutes ago, Oh yeah later I want to talk to you, again not busy right?" ask Damar.

" Want to ask what the problem is, it seems urgent until his face is so tense," asked Damar probing, feeling something strange.

"Later aja mas, now we go home first almost Maghrib," said Gesit flatly no cheer at all as being upset.

"Yes, Damar opened the car door. Come in, we go home now," Damar said.

In the journey of Gesit who is usually nosy like to joke and never want to be silent, today like a living statue, making Damar worried.

"You have a problem, if there is a problem if it cannot be solved alone, sharing the same mas, Insya Alloh mas will help find a solution," said Damar.

"Because we will help find a solution, mas promise," asked Gesit full of emphasis.

"Yes, I promise, what the hell is not for my Gesit," said Damar.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the Damar residence.

"Assalamu'alaikum, we're home" Damar said.

"Wa'alaikum Salam, you have come home, clean first there, soon Maghrib," said his mother Damar.

After the Maghrib prayer, they headed to the dinner table, for dinner.

Fifteen minutes later they all finished dinner. Gesit helped mbok Darmi and mbok Sri clean the dinner table and wash dishes and glasses from dinner last night.

A moment later, Gesit met Bu Dewi in the family room, to ask about the continuation of his work.

"The previous mother Gesit apologized, someone wanted to nimbly ask mother, about Gesit's work here,"

"What's wrong with your work" replied Miss Dewi.

"Look Mom, my mother's condition has now recovered as expected, while my duties from the beginning accompanied and took care of my mother until she recovered, meaning that my task is done,"

"Will I lose my job again, O Allah, only to you yielded," said Geshit.